Thar she blows! Looking towards home.
We were all up and about early today; with the wind easing for the morning we set out in ones and twos to explore. The Jetty was popular, as were the towering sand dunes that overshadowed the town from the southwest. The agreed meeting spot was the small café, where we gathered at 8.30 for coffee and toasted sandwiches. The town had been boasting of whales in the bay (30 here, 170 at Head of The Bight) and glimpses of the southern right version that frequents this area were seen to the northeast. These were mainly spouts of water and air out of blowholes with the occasional fin or tail. A boat set off from the jetty with a group of happy whale watchers aboard including John Lindner, who knew some people in the cemetery at Wangaratta; he was camping next to us.
We set off mid to late morning after awarding Brocky a pink Bandana in recognition of his creative skills with a camera. We again moved up to the Eyre Highway and went further east, stopping at Penong for fuel and then a nice lunch at Ceduna Foreshore Hotel Motel. We all had fish after several days of a mainly meat diet. We rang Joc to make sure that he was ok and to check on how his hospital food was going. He was still struggling to get movement where he needed it but was otherwise in good spirits.
Out onto the Eyre again and we continued on. Our target for the evening was to camp at Lake Gillies, still a few hundred kilometres away as we set off after 2.00pm. They day was sunny and warm, and many bugs came out to splat themselves against visors and windscreen. We were lucky not to meet too many lizards driving Hi-ace vans with small trailers at 85 kilometres an hour. This would have held up progress considerably. Apparently if you can get a good 253 or 308 Holden motor you can speed them up.
We motored on and despite getting a little split up between the Max and the bikes we eventually regrouped at Kimba. We remember Kimba for a few things, not the least being that it is the road to Buckleboo, not to be confused with Buckrabanyule. About 20 kilometres out we landed in the Lake Gillies Conservation Reserve at a Brock secret camping site. Although it was on dark and we needed to dodge a few kangas on the road in (the dodging was mostly successful except for the big fella that had his tail clipped by Brad when the bike’s ABS thwarted his braking efforts), we could see that it was an excellent site on the shores of a salt lake. We set up camp, lit the fire and enjoyed a great mixed grill and salad for tea, along with some new good and quality beer that we had found in Ceduna.
We were all up and about early today; with the wind easing for the morning we set out in ones and twos to explore. The Jetty was popular, as were the towering sand dunes that overshadowed the town from the southwest. The agreed meeting spot was the small café, where we gathered at 8.30 for coffee and toasted sandwiches. The town had been boasting of whales in the bay (30 here, 170 at Head of The Bight) and glimpses of the southern right version that frequents this area were seen to the northeast. These were mainly spouts of water and air out of blowholes with the occasional fin or tail. A boat set off from the jetty with a group of happy whale watchers aboard including John Lindner, who knew some people in the cemetery at Wangaratta; he was camping next to us.
We set off mid to late morning after awarding Brocky a pink Bandana in recognition of his creative skills with a camera. We again moved up to the Eyre Highway and went further east, stopping at Penong for fuel and then a nice lunch at Ceduna Foreshore Hotel Motel. We all had fish after several days of a mainly meat diet. We rang Joc to make sure that he was ok and to check on how his hospital food was going. He was still struggling to get movement where he needed it but was otherwise in good spirits.
Out onto the Eyre again and we continued on. Our target for the evening was to camp at Lake Gillies, still a few hundred kilometres away as we set off after 2.00pm. They day was sunny and warm, and many bugs came out to splat themselves against visors and windscreen. We were lucky not to meet too many lizards driving Hi-ace vans with small trailers at 85 kilometres an hour. This would have held up progress considerably. Apparently if you can get a good 253 or 308 Holden motor you can speed them up.
We motored on and despite getting a little split up between the Max and the bikes we eventually regrouped at Kimba. We remember Kimba for a few things, not the least being that it is the road to Buckleboo, not to be confused with Buckrabanyule. About 20 kilometres out we landed in the Lake Gillies Conservation Reserve at a Brock secret camping site. Although it was on dark and we needed to dodge a few kangas on the road in (the dodging was mostly successful except for the big fella that had his tail clipped by Brad when the bike’s ABS thwarted his braking efforts), we could see that it was an excellent site on the shores of a salt lake. We set up camp, lit the fire and enjoyed a great mixed grill and salad for tea, along with some new good and quality beer that we had found in Ceduna.
Panorama of Fowlers Bay from the sandhill.
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